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Voyage Winds Of March

in your arms As the winds rushed through the trees You are my child You make my lifetime big and bright You are my child You came like the winds of March

in your arms As the winds rushed through the trees You are my child You make my lifetime big and bright You are my child You came like the winds of March

The wind was whipping my face glory is what I craved As I proudly rode unaware, that soon I'd meet my fate. Onwards we marched. When the light of day

in your arms As the winds rushed through the trees You are my child You make my lifetime big and bright You are my child You came like the winds of March

before "The Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur."] [From the expeditionary journal of Doctor Ignatius X. Stone:] Giza, Egypt (March 17, 1890) The heat here